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The Holy Catholic Chunch.
Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do ;
Awake ; be vigilant; be brave ! The coward, and the sluggard too,
Must wear the fetters of the slave.
A nobler lot is cast for thee ;
A kingdom waits thee in the skies : With such a hope, shall Israel flee,
Or yield, through weariness, the prize ?
No ! let a careless world repose And slumber on through life's short day,
While Israel to the conflict goes, And bears the glorious prize away !
Thomas Kelly, i
Much in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go ; Fight the fight, and, worn with strife, Steep with tears the Bread of Life.
Onward, Christians, onward go ; Join the war, and face the foe ; Faint not! much doth yet remain ; Dreary is the long campaign.
Shrink not, Christians ! will ye yield ? Will ye quit the painful field ? Will ye flee in danger's hour ? Know ye not your Captain's power ?
Let your drooping hearts be glad ; March, in heavenly armour clad ; Fight, nor think the battle long ; Victory soon shall tune your song.